“Some of the nicest moments of my life are intimately attached to the scent of wood. Growing up in the land abundant with forests tucked in the safe cradle of the Alps, has left a permanent mark on my special relationship with nature. My passion for wood and craft was passed on to me already by my grandfather, whose ancestors had lived for centuries in the perfect harmony with the unpredictable nature and its mighty trees. Memories of my childhood take me back under the treetops to those moments spent together in tree houses where we used to indulge in the rustling sounds of the leaves beneath our swinging feet. »Grandad, make me a bow,« I asked him while we wandered in the nearby forest. We sought out a hazel stick and he pulled out his clasp knife, cut the mortises and fixed the string. We used the thinner sticks for the arrows. Growing up, I have eventually taken a white-collar job. I have begun to lose my roots, which are deeply embedded in my relationship with nature.